Models & Bottles (feat. Jeremih & Lil Bibby)

Drinks up in the air

To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we gon' get on tonight

Drinks up in the air

For the realest **** and bitches that's in here tonight

Damn these ho's, they goin'

They just wanna turn up

Know all them bad bitches, they love me

Well, them drinks is on us

We on, been on, can't help it

Models, actresses and bottles

Bro, chillin' with my ****

Models, actresses and bottles

Uh, it's a celebration, bitches

Throw 'em up if you ambitious

Put your hands in the air

Wave 'em like you just don't care

You went from rags to riches

And I get it, 'cause you're on

Partyin' like you ain't never had nothin'

Middle fingers in the sky for the haters

You ain't never really been up on my level, so don't try to holla

When you see me ridin' out of Vegas, whew ('Cause I be what?)

'Cause I be poppin' the bottles, because I be able

Just look at my table

There's nothin' but models and nothin' but dollars

Lookin' at lil' mama

She wanna holla, she wanna follow, she wanna swallow, woo

After the fee fee

I got insta plans, she wanna see me

I gain insta fans when I be me

I'm on Instagram in a GT, what?

That's right

I'ma fuck with her for the night

I don't give a fuck what you like

I'm up in the club, buck, I'm right

Let her know that we are the family

We on the pedigree, we are celebrities

And you know I'm smokin' weed and I'm ready

Like I be at the Grammys, the party is heavy

And I got the fetti

And I'm off a Xanny and she got the panties

Drinks up in the air

To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we gon' get on tonight

Drinks up in the air

For the realest **** and bitches that's in here tonight

Damn these ho's, they goin'

They just wanna turn up

Know all them bad bitches, they love me

Well, them drinks is on us

We on, been on, can't help it

Models, actresses and bottles

Bro, chillin' with my ****

Models, actresses and bottles

Okay, I walk up in the club, I be fresh to death

All black, dressed to kill

Pokin' out my hip, baby that's the steel

****'s snitchin', so I keep that concealed

And that four-five got a lotta kickback

When it go click-clack, make a **** get back

Shawty in the red dress, make her shit clap

Take her to the back, 'cause I'm tryna hit that

Aye, lil' chick wanna be a model, aye

Took her to the back, made her swallow

And I just bought twenty bottles

The Rosé got me goin' full throttle

She know a young **** got a check, check, check

A condo sittin' on my neck, neck, neck

Twenty racks sittin' in my right pocket

So them tight jeans, Bibby can't dress like that

Wherever we go, hos follow

I be with killas and robbers

Forty filled up, them hollows

We gon' clap like Apollo

On, been on, can't help it

All of these bitches, I share 'em

All of my **** is thugs

And they gon' do just what I tell 'em, now put your

Drinks up in the air

To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we gon' get on tonight

Drinks up in the air

For the realest **** and bitches that's in here tonight

Damn these ho's, they goin'

They just wanna turn up

Know all them bad bitches, they love me

Well, them drinks is on us

We on, been on, can't help it

Models, actresses and bottles

Bro, chillin' with my ****

Models, actresses and bottles

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